Here’s a curious business plan: be a serial cheater, embrace your narcissism, and monetize that shit as a life coach.
Ooh, where do I sign up Tracy?
With Ben Taylor, self-professed schmuck! For a dollar-a-minute you can untangle skeins with Mr. Personality Disorder. His site rawmotivations.com offers general life coaching and narcissist abuse recovery.
Yes. It’s like sending a domestic abuse victim to Mike Tyson for ducking lessons. But whatevs. Ben cheated on his wife for 8 years! You can trust him.
And now the Universal Bullshit Translator has awaken from its long slumber.
The 33-year-old admits he gaslit his exes and cheated on his wife for eight years, before realizing he was a narcissist.
Here he tells Fabulous his story:
Throughout my life, I have always felt like there was something different with me — how I handled emotions, the ways I connected with people and the lack of empathy I felt.
Growing up, I found I was always in relationships, starting another as soon as one ended — or even before it had.
In August 2013, I got married and hoped these habits would change now I was somebody’s husband. But they did not.
After the first year of marriage, I found myself in an affair — cheating with multiple women over the next eight years.
I keep finding myself in new pussy situations. I have no idea how this happens. Whoops! One day, I wandered into a marriage.
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife. HOW DID I GET HERE?
During those years, my wife experienced the worst of me as I would gaslight her (make her feel crazy for the truth), manipulate, lie and cheat, all while maintaining a good and prestigious image at work.
As our relationship crumbled, my lies started unraveling, leading me to question who I was and why I was acting this way.
I had a fleeting moment of introspection as consequences became imminent.
You can tell how sorry I am and the way I take responsibility with: “I found myself in an affair.”
Who am I? Why am I this way? Me, me, me, and also me. Would you like more of my thoughts? That will be $30.
At first, I thought it might be a curse, something I was destined to repeat. Other times I would blame myself for acting in a way I now realize was beyond my control.
(Cue the sad sausage violins.)
It was BEYOND MY CONTROL, people! I labored under a curse. You don’t know how I suffered.
One day, while talking to my wife and in a rare moment of vulnerability, I said, “Maybe I am a sociopath or something.”
I am a sociopath.
We talked about it, Googled the definition and she said maybe I was narcissistic.
Okay, I’ll cop to the lesser offense. You can work with that.
I became defensive, insisting I was not a narcissist. But I was curious and over the next couple of weeks, I started discussing it with the women I was having affairs with. They too insisted I was not a narcissist, so I continued to gaslight my wife and deny it.
“Am I a flaming asshole?”, I asked Becky, the woman I was fucking behind my wife’s back. She said no. I decided I needed a broader survey sample of fuckbuddies. #datascience
But as much as I denied it, deep down I realized I was a narcissist. I still didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t even want to believe it, but the facts were staring me in the face every time I read another personality attribute.
I realized how I always went for what I desired, regardless of anyone else’s thoughts, opinions or feelings.
You say personality disorder, I say ambition.
I grew up in a religious family and had always struggled with certain aspects of it because of my narcissism — the idea I should love God more than myself, not have pride and be a better person.
All the advice I received didn’t help me, because I couldn’t admit the lies I was telling every day. Lies that separated me from my wife, disconnected me from my inner being and who I really was and lies I told myself about God and my faith.
With time, the help of close friends and a support group called Wake Up Warrior, I was finally able to break the surface of the façade and the lies that held me captive.
Let me parrot some self-help shit I learned at Wake Up Warrior.
The important takeaway here is that Lies Held Me Captive. Not my wife. ME. I don’t know where these lies came from, they just burst on the scene with balaclavas over their little lie faces, and duct-taped me to a chair. Eventually I chewed through my bonds to become the impressive social media influencer I am today.
My wife stuck by me and, with her support, I’ve managed to become a better husband. We even have a 2-year-old daughter together.
My being a better husband rests on her support. She better not fuck up. But with an anchor baby, she’s got deeper sunk costs. She’s got to live up to the Instagram feed. #stuckwithme
It’s an everyday battle but one I fight because I want to be better. I want to grow. I don’t want to go back to the life that I lived, hurting others the way I did.
It’s an everyday battle to be a decent person. Which I why I heartily recommend you give me your credit card information.
My goal now is to raise awareness of narcissism. To help people know and understand that it is real, it is valid, and it is vital to know how to deal with it. I try to help others like me see it is possible to change and grow into better people.
Narcissism is REAL. And if you don’t understand that, take my $75 Breaking the Trauma Bond workshop at rawmotivations.com. There’s a 5 a.m. slot open on Thanksgiving. #helpingothers #fuckwits4change #passthehopium
I want to offer closure and healing to those who have dated narcissists, and never got the answers they were after in the relationship.
“Because her tits were bigger, that’s why.” Thank you. I accept Venmo. (Not a therapist!)
But I also want to change how people see narcissism and show the importance of getting people into therapy.
I want to change people’s perceptions of narcissists. They get a bad rap as unfeeling predators. When really they’re just hurting people who haven’t yet realized the deep vein of profit in narcissist abuse recovery.
You can trust a man who films videos in his garage. Nothing says life-saving gravitas like a ladder and a jumble of boxes. #ratemyroom
If you want to know more, you can interact with me on TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, and Facebook under the name Raw Motivations or visit my new site Raw Motivations to schedule a time to speak with me one-on-one.
Interact with me! Are you vulnerable? Do you have PayPal? Let’s talk.
No, Megan, I am NOT messaging my fuckbuddies on social media. These are CLIENTS.